And they were, uh, y’know, vertical.” It was hard not to choke on my words.“Okay. There may be a way we can talk to her where you don’t have t...o be directly implicated, if you so wish.” Salvador absentmindedly said as he jotted down some notes, before looking at me. “Are you okay?”“Of course I’m not fucking okay, what kind of question is that?!” I lashed out before tears began to stream down my face. “I’m scared, Mr. Salvador. I don’t want to lose her.”“And now that you’ve told me about this and. In that time he had come out of the closet, and gotten even more gay, if that were possible. He had also gained a minimum of thirty pounds. I was one of the few people who supported him in both changes. Unlike the others I felt that if something made him happy, it was none of my fucking business what did.I got to the office a half hour before our agreed time. I used the extra few minutes to make some coffee the way I had learned on the road. First I boiled water in the electric tea kettle, then. She was removed from her cage and ordered to strip naked, with her protests ignored. Mistress then forced her to bend forward over the cage, with her wrists and ankles secured to the corners. This left her ass accessible for a variety of tortures; the first of which was the use a bamboo cane to inflict ten strokes to the buttocks. Mistress was an expert on estimating how many strokes a sub could endure before passing out, and sensed that Heather had a low to moderate pain tolerance.Heather. Now.”She continued stroking my cock. She loosened my shorts and pulled them off. My t-shirt followed. Naked, she pushed me back onto the blanket. Rising to her feet, she shimmied out of her cutoffs and then her bikini bottoms. A small triangle of hair sat on top of a perfect pair of lips. I had watched porn, but these were right in front of me and belonged to someone I was falling for.Melinda straddled me. I could feel her wetness as she slid down my torso, towards my throbbing member. My hands.